Nae man can tether time or tide.
God help the teacher, if a man of sensibility and genius, when a booby father presents him with his booby son, and insists on lighting up the rays of science in a fellow’s head whose skull is impervious and inaccessible by any other way than a positive fracture with a cudgel.
Now simmer blinks on flowery braes, And o’er the crystal streamlet plays.
The heart that is generous and kind most resembles God.
Look abroad through Nature’s range, Nature’s mighty law is change.
In durance vile 1here must I wake and weep, And all my frowsy couch in sorrow steep.
Pharmaceutical projects are like fresh fruit – they depreciate if they are not tended to, and they do poorly if sitting on the shelf with long periods of inactivity.
My heart ’s in the Highlands, my heart is not here; My heart ’s in the Highlands a-chasing the deer.
They never sought in vain that sought the Lord alright!
Liberty’s in every blow! Let us do or die.
Should auld acquaintance be forgot, And never brought to min?
Critics! Those cut-throat bandits in the paths of fame.
Their sighing, canting, grace-proud faces, their three-mile prayers, and half-mile graces.
Should auld acquaintance be forgot and never brought to mind? Should auld acquaintance be forgot and days of auld lang syne? For auld lang syne, my dear, for auld lang syne, we’ll take a cup of kindness yet, for auld lang syne.
Some hae meat and canna eat, And some wad eat that want it, But we hae meat and we can eat, And sae the Lord be thankit.
Great for good, or great for evil.
God knows, I’m not the thing I should be, Nor am I even the thing I could be, But twenty times I rather would be An atheist clean, Than under gospel colours hid be Just for a screen.
Even every ray of hope destroyed and not a wish to gild the gloom.
God knows, I’m no the thing I should be, Nor am I even the thing I could be.
Yon rose-buds in the morning-dew, How pure amang the leaves sae green!